Your dad used to fulfill this need. So please, I want you to shoot a big full load of your cum down my throat. Think you can do that for Mommy?" Still... feeling like a horny teenager from every eighties sex comedy, I just babbled a bunch of incoherent words that implied yes. She took my cock back in her mouth. Unlike the slow tenderness of a couple minutes ago, this time she devoured my cock whole. She deep throated me and then bobbed up and down like a porn star. Not surprisingly, I didn't last. I scrunched my eyes and gave him a 'Are you kidding?' look! I needed to wash my mouth out, "Water... ple..." he was reaching for it before I could finish my request.I pulled my chin forward as much as I could and Brad slowly tilted the glass at my lips. The first sip I swished around and then looked toward the floor. Brad picked up the garbage can and held it in front of my face so I could spit it out the dried coating that covered the inside of my mouth. God, that was so much better. He moved. I found the first button and opened it, slowly revealing more of her golden silky smooth skin. I lightly stroked the newly exposed skin, and then slowly ran my moist tongue across the now glistening flesh. She rocked her head back as moans now escaped her parted red lips. What a sight to see her so turned on by this meager gesture to her sexuality. I could only imagine what was to left to come. I repeated this little ritual on every button, licking and caressing the newly exposed flesh, as she. A friend had suggested calling it Burlington Berties Club, or the BBC for short. Bertie snorted with laughter at the idea as the friend’s father was Director-General of the British Broadcasting Corporation. Another friend looked up aghast.“Dear God, I should hope there’ll be no big black cocks in this club, Teddy.”Teddy laughed and reassured him that the membership would be exclusive. Exclusively white, privileged, male and they would all be gay as fuck.“Perhaps we should call it Bertie’s Bum.